In everyone’s life there comes a time

To take pause looking at the path behind

From the earliest of memory up until now

It’ s a way of taking self-measurement

To see how far their journey has been

Took a look in the mirror recently

Was most surprised by what I saw

There in the mirror glaring boldly

Three, all who were claiming to be me

One was a youth, in waiting on maturity.

That came and went far too soon

Another the wayward one I later became

Now trying my best to keep my distance from

Third was an older, wiser and conciliatory me

Now that death seems to monitor every step

While all of them, are laying claim on me

Hard to discern if I am one of the three.

I’m asking myself while I stare back at them

Could it possibly be that I‘m neither?

That I am still in the womb waiting to be

Doesn’t matter what my birth certificate reads

in all probability, in looking back on me

I can’t identify me with any certainty

Who I am, as who I am or who I used to be

That my life is a fable dating back to ‘43